Pablius Papinius Statius
Pablius Papinius Statius Poems
- Ode To Sleep Gentle divinity, how have I merited? Whither, ...
- Thebais - Book One - Part Iv For by the black infernal Styx I...
- Thebais - Book One - Part Ii A robe obscene was o’er her ...
- Thebais - Book Two Now Jove’s Command fulfill’d, the Son of ...
- Thebais - Book One - Part V The king once more the solemn ...
- Thebais - Book One - Part Iii Oh race confed’rate into ...
- Thebais - Book One - Part I Fraternal rage, the guilty ...
Statius was a Latin poet, born in Naples in 45 AD. His father, a Greek and a teacher of rhetoric, immigrated to Naples in the first half of the first century. Statius was something of a child prodigy, quicking rising to fame as a poet. Since his father taught members of the senatorial class, his skills became known to the upper classes.
From his boyhood he had won many poetic contests in Naples, three times in Alba, where he received the golden crown from the hand of the emperor Domitian. But, in 94 AD at the great Capitoline competition Statius failed to win the coveted chaplet of oak leaves. No doubt the extraordinary popularity of his Thebais had led him to regard himself as... more »
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Ode To Sleep
Gentle divinity, how have I merited?
Whither, unfortunate wretch, have I strayed,
Thus of thy bounty to lie disenherited -
I alone whilst every other is paid?
Sleeping are cattle and birds without number,
Beasts of the wilderness rest in their lair;
Even the hills, as if weary, feign slumber,
Even the torment sighs soft in the air.
Lulled are the shuttering waves of the ocean,
Seas in the lap of the land lie at peace.
Only for me in monotonous motion
Day follows day, and there comes no release.
Moonlight & starlight & light of the morning...